Right People, Wrong Times
“Is it possible to meet the right person at the wrong time?”
“That depends. What makes this the right person and why is it the wrong time?”
She sighed. Unfortunately, not everyone is a mind reader and the things we find it hard to express are usually what we need to communicate the most.
Julie was sitting on the porch gazing at the sunset.
She couldn’t erase from her mind that person she met the other night. They had spent hours talking about anything, everything and nothing. They had shared life experiences, thoughts, ambitions, goals, dreams, all in one night. And she had felt she was falling in love with him, while they were talking.
He had captured her brain and soul and her heart would surely follow.
He made her feel comfortable. Without any fear of judgement or criticism. She felt assured that there was someone on the other end waiting to listen.
As the stars lit up the sky that night, she could see his eyes gleaming. She couldn’t tell if they were radiated by the full moon or his happiness at seeing her smile.
She didn’t know that he felt the same and more. That he had been waiting for her, to get to know her – just how amazing she is – and to do whatever he could to win her over.
All he could think about was holding her tight in his arms and continuing their talk throughout the night until it evolved into the lovers’ stage.
She looked at him with a broken gaze. He understood something was wrong.
“This can’t happen,” she told him. She wouldn’t explain more, not even when he begged her, when he promised that things would be better and nothing would end.
She cried but resisted.
She cried more because she did.
She refused to speak to him, not even when he called or dropped by.
She didn’t want to ruin his life too. That’s what she told her aunt.
“Don’t be silly,” her aunt refuted. “Life is to live it to the last second. Don’t keep wasting it”.
Julie was not to live beyond the summer.